By Brenda Clough
This past Christmas season, we drove north on I-81, which runs up the spine of Virginia to the town of Winchester. This burg is of note because, along about 9-11, I selected a motel near the interstate junction and printed off three copies of their web page, with address, phone numbers, directions, etc. The idea was that, when bin Laden contrived the dirty-nuke strike on the Pentagon, we had a predetermined rendezvous point, west of the (presumably radioactive) city but not so far as to be unreachable. The photocopies are (or were) stuffed into the glove compartment of all three family vehicles; during this last drive I searched my husband’s glove box and discovered it has been mislaid. The plan is to do it again, probably in spring when I can personally stuff the photocopy into my son’s car — I am certain he has lost his copy too, which would leave me as the only person at the rendezvous point.
Now, this is so the way an SF reader thinks. Years of reading Pournelle and Heinlein and so forth affect your thinking. (I also have a stash of MREs and an unreasonable amount of bottled water.) I am sure that we all have other examples of this type of bleedover from fiction into real life. And of course this is not limited to SF. Horror fans know perfectly well that you do NOT split up the group when you are in the creepy house. What do romance readers apply in their real lives? Fantasy?
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I also have stories in Book View Cafe’s two steampunk anthologies, The Shadow Conspiracy and The Shadow Conspiracy II, as well as in BVC’s many other anthologies.